That’s it. I’m done. No more political/campaign meetings for me for a long long time. Until they’re engaging, energising and coherent/transparent, I’m withholding my consent. (I am sure they’ll struggle on in my absence…)
The straws have been congealing into bales of hay for years – well, decades. The one that finally did for this camel’s back was courtesy of [name redacted] tonight.
We started late, naturally. There was the shameful ritual of the boss saying “anyone want to facilitate?” when there was no agenda, no explanation of what that would entail and no offer of co-facilitation. And guess what, in a completely unexpected development the person with all the power kept the power, having “offered” to share it. Well. Blow. Me. Down. With. A. Feather.
Then a cursory name-go-round. No name badges, no mingling, no brainstorm. No agendas handed out. No update on what’s been going on locally or nationally.
Straight into a poorly-delineated discussion about whether to show a film “publicly” or privately. Connected to a broader campaign, apparently, but no context of how the film showing would fit into this campaign, and eventually win the changes sought.
The facilitator clearly had a preference for what she wanted to happen, and was busy trying to get that through. Although she met with resistance (successful, I think), that’s not the point. She shouldn’t be abusing her position, and other people shouldn’t be letting her.
I invoked the law of two feet, and legged it. Life’s too short.
I’ve had enough. I’ve wasted quite enough time on poisonous and useless processes. Time I could have spent doing stuff. I suppose I am searching for a group that functions. And I keep deferring DOING STUFF MYSELF in the hope that such a group exists. I’ve hunted high and low. Screw it.
No pasaran, adios amoebas, ya basta.
PS It’s these clowns.